Lost in a Dream
What if you were never born? What if you were never revived? Hypnos shows Aiolos the agonizing answers, using the technique he formerly applied to Sagittarius Sisyphus. This is the counterpart of Home Sweet Home. Aiolos and The Gold Saints.
A/N: Hi, everyone…! ^^ This is the counterpart to Home Sweet Home, the setting is a year after Home Sweet Home. I'll make this as multiple chapters, but sadly I cannot update it fast :(. But I'll promise to finish it, since the storyline has been in my head for quite long time :). Oh ya, the fic Thirty Hugs! is still in progress, don't worry, I'll finish it as well :).
Prologue
Olympus Mountain. Greece.
Just the way the place was. Seemed like everything was floating above the white clouds, and the wind was so faithful whistling the fogs here there and everywhere.
There stood a deity with attractive long black hair. Of course with his extremely handsome face and wonderful green eyes which resembled the depth of the well. His face which usually filled with coldness was a bit different now as he gazed at the world, looking at someone which wasn't supposed to be there.
"Persephone," said Hades, in almost, a soft voice.
The deity who sat on the throne behind him was a bit frowning his forehead. His complexion was as handsome as the first deity. His eyes were so wonderful, ocean-blue in colour, the same as his long wavy hair. He didn't have the air of darkness as his brother, yet he didn't have the air of brightness as well. It was so difficult to define him.
"Persephone?" asked Poseidon.
Hades only gave a short glance to his brother, then continued looking at the Earth. The fact that Poseidon visited Olympus Mountain to have tea time with him didn't make him respecting him even a bit.
"So tell me, Hades," Poseidon said, seeing that Hades didn't have any interest to reply. "You said love is an illusion created by human being, that we can't believe in something we aren't able to see… Yet now you look at the Earth, mentioning your wife's name who has left you since the beginning of 16th century Holy War."
"Mentioning her name does not mean anything," Hades replied coldly.
Poseidon looked at him for a while before he, Hades, paced up and fro in a slow movement.
"What is she doing in Earth, actually?" Poseidon asked again.
Hades took a deep breath, then took a look again at the world, focusing on a country which was so familiar for him.
"I do not know," he answered. "I could only guess."
Continued in Chapter 1: Too Soundly, Too Deeply